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Stories Include:Slab Hands by Annabel Joseph ~ Christine’s always been curious about spanking, and the bouncer at the bottom of the stairs has a magnificent set of hands. Once he learns about her secret disciplinary fantasies, he’s more than happy to put those hands to use…Master Class: Initiation by Sierra Cartwright ~ When wanna-be sub Jennifer Berklee calls him Master and begs him to flog her, PI Logan Powell knows all his military training won’t be enough to keep his jaded heart safe. He intends to claim this sexy, innocent woman for his own…no matter the cost.Theirs to Punish by Renee Rose ~ When a billionaire’s daughter-turned-ninja picked Casino Magnifico for a heist, she didn’t take into account one thing–actually–two. Twin owners Joe and Alex Jamison won’t hesitate to employ a little corporal punishment to bring the virgin socialite in line…Lust Angel by Cari Silverwood ~ On good days, what falls from the heavens may be a naked woman. As an ex-SAS soldier, now private contractor, Adam is used to the unexpected, but nothing in life has prepared him for a fallen angel with a craving for spanking, bondage, and punishment.Stepbrother Jerk by Natasha Knight ~ To buy her stepbrother’s silence, Lisa agrees to submit to his discipline, even though she has no idea what she’s in for. But Jace knows exactly what his stepsister needs and a bare bottom spanking is only the beginning.His Runaway Valentine by Sue Lyndon ~ When a handsome stranger rides out of nowhere to rescue Nora from slavers, the runaway bride is shocked to learn he’s the very man to whom she was betrothed. There’s no escaping the arranged marriage now, and Luke is quick to make Nora understand that he expects not only obedience, but her absolute surrender.Rose’s Are Red by Ashe Barker ~ Rose has had a crush on Iain McCain for years and when she spots her sexy ex-teacher with a whip in his hand at her favourite BDSM club her heart stills. Dare she approach him? A Valentine’s Day card might earn her the spanking she craves if she delivers it personally…on her knees.His to Take by Kallista Dane ~ On the now-sexless, sterile Planet Earth, Dr. Selena Reston saves the life of Haldor, a Viking warrior from another world. His savage lovemaking shocks her and awakens her wild side. Though she craves his domination, can she build a life with him halfway across the galaxy?Stepping It Up by Cara Bristol ~ Ariel had crushed on her stepbrother Hunter for years. But if he expects to win back her heart in one wicked weekend, he’ll have to step it up and take her in hand…the Rod and Cane Society way.Claiming Chloe by Korey Mae Johnson ~ When she is left alone on Valentine’s Day, Chloe takes matters into her own hands. But going out exploring on her own on an alien planet turns out not to be the best idea she ever had, and when her three handsome alien mates end up having to rescue her, Chloe’s bare bottom will pay the price for her naughtiness.Maud and the Secret Society of Saint Valentine by Emily Tilton ~ Maud has decided that the new boyfriend she’s crazy about can’t be serious when he tells her she needs a firm hand in the bedroom and everywhere else. The Secret Society of Saint Valentine begs to differ, and summons her to a tribunal where she’ll learn just how serious David is.Dancing With a Dom by Katherine Deane ~ What do ballroom dancing, hard spankings, and mind-blowing orgasms have in common? I guess it depends who your dance partner is. The man smiling down at me, with his hand on my waist… he’s a Dom. And he wants to be mine this Valentine’s Day.Taking the Human by Trent Evans ~ For Lukanos, a muscle bound, seven foot tall alien, abducting the beautiful human female was the easy part. Winning her heart–and not breaking his own–was something else entirely.Sweet Birdie Blue by Alta Hensley ~ Rem Langston has no choice but to save the feisty Birdie Bluebell, whether she wants saving or not. Their icy beginning soon turns to a passion hot enough to melt the blizzard outside, but will Birdie accept Rem into her heart?

“Don’t run from me again,” he said sternly, but he didn’t blame her. He’d run the fastest and the furthest. Had run into the arms of too many other women in an attempt to outrun his feelings for her—until he ran smack into the truth. He loved her, and no other woman would do.

“No.”

“Sir,” he instructed.

“No, sir.” Her husky voice would have given him a woody if he didn’t already have one.

“I’ll only come after you.” He slipped his hand through the open lapels of her robe and under her pajama shirt to cup her breast. She sucked in a breath through parted lips as he stroked the beaded tip to greater hardness. He watched her face as he pinched and rolled her nipples, enjoying the play of expressions, noting her reactions, gauging her pain tolerance.

He pushed her robe off her shoulders to puddle around her hips then tugged up her shirt and captured a reddened stiff bud in his mouth. With tongue and teeth, he teased moans of pleasure from her lips. She had sweet, sexy breasts, not too large but a good handful. Her rounded bottom pressed against his aching erection. Soon he would be inside her, would have her bottom up over his lap, and might even fuck her ass. But before they progressed to that level, a clear base of understanding needed to be established.

Actions did speak louder than words.

He tugged at her pajama shirt. “Take this off. The rest, too.” He eased her off his lap and tossed her robe onto the floor then rested his hands on his spread knees.

“B-but…what about…aren’t you…” Aren’t you going to undress? He could read the question in her eyes.

“Just do as I tell you.”

With only a slight hesitation, she stripped.

Then, with her hands fidgeting at her sides, she waited, like a good subbie. A natural.

From her rounded breasts, his gaze traveled over her tummy. A tiny gold ring pierced her navel. He didn’t remember that from summers at the lake or in the parents’ pool. “Is this new?” he asked.

“I got it a couple of years ago.”

“I like it.” It was sexy as hell and suggested she might consent to having her nipples or clitoral hood pierced. He eyed her mound. Bare. Perfect. He continued his slow visual tour, following the long lines of her legs down to her rosy toenails and then back up again to her face.

A blush tinted her cheekbones, but desire flickered in her eyes. She liked being on display for him. He’d bet anything her pussy was sopping wet.

Submissive to his Dominant. Feminine to his masculine. Light to his darkness. His perfect partner. What a fool he’d been to wait so long. Lust surged, and the need to stake his claim swelled, but he forced back the urge.

First things first. “I left a duffel by the front door. Please bring it to me.”

She left the room. He admired the backside view. Her ass belonged to him.

She came back with the bag.

“Set it there.” He pointed to a spot beside the sofa.

Curiosity lit her gaze, but she didn’t ask about it. He liked how she waited for his instruction. He’d do more than that. He’d show her. He wasn’t sure yet how much of the bag’s contents he would use tonight, but he wanted his supplies within easy reach. “At the party, I was going to tell you about the Rod and Cane Society.”

That got a reaction. She planted her hands on her hips. “You want to talk about that now?” She looked so cute standing their naked and feisty. Not cute—fucking amazing. His fantasy come to life. He desired an obedient, submissive partner, but not a doormat.

“It bears on what’s going to happen next.”

“Aren’t we going to have sex?”

“Yes, but not until after I spank you.”

—

Rose’s Are Red by Ashe Barker:

I know when he approaches me, I can sense him, right behind me. I lift my head when he lays his hand across my hair. My eyes are closed. He strokes my hair, then closes his fist around a handful of it. He tugs my head back and around to face him as he crouches beside me.

“Look at me, Rose.” His voice is not harsh, but I know I must obey.

I open my eyes. His face is close to mine, his own eyes a deep blue, more intent than before, and his handsome features hardened into that Dom mask I recognise. I should be scared. Incredibly, the more controlling he becomes the safer I feel.

He smiles. “You think so now. I may be able to cure you of that. I’m going to start by clamping your nipples.”

My reservations of just moments ago evaporate. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

“Put your hands behind your head.”

I lift my arms and do as he tells me. He strides across to the chest of drawers where he picks up a pair of clamps, then returns to stand in front of me. He opens his hand before my face to allow me to study the delicate-looking tweezer clamps, then he slips them into his jeans pocket.

“Stand up, Rose, and keep still.”

It’s not so easy to comply with my hands positioned as they are but I manage to get to my feet. I know what to expect. He will squeeze and twist my nipples to make them erect, hard as pebbles, then he’ll apply the clamps. This will hurt. It’s my first test.

“Look at me while I do this. Don’t look away, don’t lower your eyes, or close them. I have no near neighbours so no one will be disturbed. You can be as vocal as you please. Do not suffer in silence, I expect you to let me know how you are feeling.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

He takes each of my nipples between his fingers and thumbs and tightens his grip, He tugs, and I step toward him.

“Did I tell you to move?”

“No, Sir. I apologise.”

“No, indeed. I distinctly instructed you to keep still. I expect you to obey.”

“I’m sorry. I will, Sir.”

“We’ll try again then. Remember, you have safe words if you need them.”

I gnaw on my lower lip as he takes my nipples in his harsh grip again and goes to work. He compresses the tender buds between his fingers and thumbs until I can’t contain my squeal of pain. Only then does he stop ramping up the pressure, though he does not reduce it one jot. He twists, tugs, tortures the swollen peaks as I yelp and whimper in pain. The entire time his gaze is locked on mine, his eyes searching for – what?

It’s too much. I open my mouth to utter yellow, though it might come out as red.

Author Bio:

Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of BDSM and kinky, dark-erotic fiction. Contemporary Mff romance, urban fantasy, steampunk, scifi, historical, and erotic parody have all fallen under her pen.Annabel Joseph is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling BDSM romance author known for her emotionally intense storylines. She writes mainly contemporary romance, although she has been known to dabble in the medieval and Regency eras.Natasha Knight is a #1 Amazon Bestselling Author in Erotic Sci-fi and a top 10 bestseller in several other categories, including Military Romance, BDSM erotica and Paranormal Erotica. Her books include spanking romance, and, more recently, dark romances.Trent Evans is a #1 Amazon best-selling author in Military Romance, along with top 100 spots in several other romance and erotica genres. As both a writer and editor, he specializes in BDSM romance and erotica, his stories often exploring the darker, more intense aspects of power exchange. Though he still thinks of himself as nothing more than a dancing monkey, miraculously, people still pay him for his work.Alta Hensley is a #1 Amazon best-selling erotic romance author who has had top-selling books in erotic science fiction, humor, BDSM and historical. She writes the naughty...and then the cure for it.Sue Lyndon is a #1 Amazon bestseller in BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica, as well as an Amazon Top 100 Erotic and Science Fiction author. She writes naughty spanking romances in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. Ashe Barker is a #1 Amazon best-selling erotic romance author in LGBT, as well as having numerous spells in the Top 100 erotic and BDSM charts. She writes contemporary and historical romance, with a strong BDSM flavour, the hotter the betterCara Bristol is a #1 Amazon best seller in science fiction romance and an ARe Bestseller. She writes contemporary, science fiction, and paranormal erotic romance.Sierra Cartwright is an award-winning, #1 Amazon and international best selling author of contemporary BDSM romance. "If you're not reading her books, you're missing out."--Confessions From RomaholicsEmily Tilton, whose books have hit number one on Amazon in four different erotica categories, wishes she could live out her fantasies of submission the way her characters do.Kallista Dane is a #1 Amazon best-selling author in Sci-fi erotica, as well as a Top 100 author of deliciously naughty spanking stories in BDSM, Erotic Suspense and Historical Romance.Katherine Deane is a multi published, top 100 erotic and BDSM author. She writes sweet and sexy spanking romances that always have an HEA.Korey Mae Johnson is an author, a cover artist, and the co-owner of Stormy Night Publications. She enjoys writing kink-themed erotic romance with unique characters and settings, and her two top-selling books have each sold over 8,000 copies.Renee Rose is a #1 Amazon best-seller in Erotic Paranormal and Erotic Sci-fi categories and a top 5 best seller in Erotic Suspense. She was named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author.

Friday, February 12, 2016

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Sweet as pie and sexy as hell,
Bianca Russo cares more about finishing her degree and taking care of her
grandfather than anything else.

Then she meets Mason Freeman. A
smoking hot bad boy with caramel eyes and a devil-may-care attitude, he seduces
Bianca with one look. Before long, they’re head over heels for each other.

But loving Mason means a lot of
complications: his casual disregard for money, his rich and powerful family,
his inability to take charge of his life. And when tragedy strikes, everything
comes crashing down around them.

Six years later, Bianca’s career
is taking off and a new man is making her question her single status when an
unexpected Facebook message sets her world spinning.

Mason is back in town and he’s
determined to prove to Bianca he’s learned his lesson and win her back.

But is she ready for him? Bianca
fear overwhelms her, and she soon realizes she has her own love lessons to
learn.

Oh, yeah, the
voice inside her mocked. You are definitely in over your head.

He frowned as he
took in her expression. “You finally put two and two together, didn’t you?” he
asked, then continued without waiting for a reply. “Yes, those Freeman’s.
Freeman Lumber, Freeman Technology, Freeman Financial, Freeman Library, blah,
blah, blah. My father has a finger in practically every pie in the city.” He
screeched around a corner, pulling into the parking garage of The Matisse, a
luxury apartment complex Bianca had never set foot in.

Bianca stared at
Mason, his face grim as he drove through the garage, finally pulling into a
reserved spot. Why does he seem so upset? She wondered. He was so playful just
a few minutes ago.

Because he
thinks you want him for his money, the voice told her. I bet every girl he’s
ever met has thrown themselves at him. And even you have to admit, the money
makes him a helluva lot more attractive than he was thirty seconds ago.

No, she
insisted. I thought he was handsome before. If anything, the money makes me
uncomfortable.

Mason hopped out
of the car and came around to open her door, and as she stared up at him, she
found she wanted to comfort him. “It must feel like an impossible standard to
live up to. Your father, that is” she explained as she took his hand and
climbed out of the car. “And very difficult to live in his shadow. So hard to
be yourself, especially if what you want from life differs from what he
expects. I think I would want to run away, get out into the world by myself.
Get away from this town where everyone knew my name and find my own way. Sink
or swim, you know? Leave all that other stuff behind.”

She looked up to
find him standing too close, his eyes widening as he studied her face. “That’s
exactly how I feel.”

“You probably
feel like changing your name sometimes,” she continued as she stared up at him.

“Yes,” he
agreed, his face softening as he studied her. “It’s like I can’t break free
from this idea of who and what I’m supposed to be.” He reached up and moved her
hair away from her face and her eyes dropped to his lips.

He’s going to
kiss me …

“Yes I am,” he
said.

“What?” she
managed. Barely.

“You were
wondering if I was going to kiss you. And the answer is yes, I am,” he answered
in a whisper, just before his lips swooped down to capture hers.

Bella D’Amato lives in a
picturesque little cottage on the shores of Coeur d’Alene Lake in idyllic Coeur
d’Alene Idaho. She grew up mere blocks away from the lake, and never could bear
the thought of leaving. She shares her home with two loyal tabby cats, Peaches
and Cream.

When Bella isn’t writing, she’s
usually indulging in her second favorite hobby, photography, although she
mostly takes pictures of her cats. She also likes to tend her garden, create
culinary vegetarian masterpieces, and read. Of course, her favorite genre is
romance! In the summer she spends as much time at the beach as possible, but
since the Pacific Northwest is known for its winters, she also skis as much as
possible during the snowy months.

Being a natural born lover, Bella
dreams of the day she meets her Mr. Right. In the meantime, she enjoys the
single life as much as possible.

The wife of a U.S. Marine, Mimi spent countless nights worried that her husband Joel would fall in the line of duty. He had fought valiantly and served his country with honor. That’s exactly what they tell her when they deliver the news—Joel was taken by the enemy in Afghanistan. Her husband is dead.

In desperate need of closure, Mimi travels to the one place Joel still has ties—The Marcus Ranch in Texas, inherited by his handsome younger brother Austin.

New beginnings are only an illusion…

The closer Mimi grows to the Marcus family, the more she considers it home. But when suspicions of Joel’s past surface, Austin refuses to disclose family secrets—even to his brother’s widow. It’s only by accident she uncovers evidence of Joel’s tainted past. Devastated by his lies and betrayal, she slowly opens up to Austin, and together they unfold layers of pain and grief.

Mimi is sure she’ll never love again, but is Austin the man to prove her wrong? Then the unthinkable happens…

Just as Mimi finds new hope in a future with Austin, Joel returns home from war. Enraged, traumatized, and teetering on the edge of insanity, Joel confesses to a history of deception, revealing yet another secret—this one too terrible to forgive.

In an awful twist of fate, Joel proves marriage vows are made to be honored.

Mimi had been dreaming of a storm. Heavy rain, violent claps of thunder, and lightning flashing simultaneously.

She saw Joel, reaching out for her, his body bloody and wet. She awoke in the darkened room. It was 2:17 a.m.—the exact time she had woken up for three nights in a row. She slipped out of bed, her pyjama bottoms loose around her ever-shrinking waist. The air was freezing. She dashed across the room to wrap herself in the fleecy dressing gown her mother had just bought her for Christmas.
6:47 a.m. in Afghanistan.
Her stomach growled, begging for food. She couldn’t eat. She clicked onto her Twitter feed to check for more updates since the suicide bombing in Kabul, which had claimed at least six—two were American Marines.
Mimi had contacted the Embassy several times, but nobody could tell her anything. The pain of not knowing was taking away her ability to breathe normally. The silence was too loud. She had tried to remember their last conversation. Did she tell him that she loved him? Words so quick to fall off the tongue to end a phone call. Love you—bye. Often she had felt like she was holding a grenade—being the wife of a Marine, always waiting for a letter, hearing his voice, waiting for news that he was alive or dead.

—

Playlist:

Author Bio:Novelist, movie addict, and animal lover, Cristina Slough is the author of Till Death Us Do Part, her debut novel.
Cristina has always been a bookworm, rarely seen without a pen and paper in her hand, she loves delving into a literacy fictional world of her own.
At the age of 11, her junior school teacher told her mother that she would be wasting her life if she didn’t become an author. Throughout her teenage years and beyond, her parents spurred her on to keep writing. She later began a career in commercial real estate, working in London’s West End, a corporate bubble where she was unable to fuel her passion to write.
It was on her Californian honeymoon in 2012 that the bug to write was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. After visiting Yosemite National Park she was inspired by the natural beauty of the land that surrounded her. Holding a special place in her heart, Yosemite would later be written into her debut novel.
She finally gave up the ‘big smoke’ when her son, Lucas, was born in October 2013.
When Lucas was a newborn, Cristina was told to sleep when the baby sleeps. She never could. There was a calling inside her to write. After getting to grips with her new role as a mother, she began working a psychological thriller, but she couldn’t fully connect to the characters she created. She ditched the manuscript and started Till Death Us Do Part (Limitless Publishing, 2015).
Cristina is married to Adam, who runs a successful business; together they share their Bedfordshire home with their son, crazy white German Shepherd and three spoiled cats. They can be found trekking through woodlands, or around the many shops Cristina loves to explore. As a family, they love to travel frequently, the United States being a firm favorite.

Harper left the world-famous solo
artist, Judd Hart, over a year ago. No matter how much she cared for him, their
worlds were miles apart. All they shared was great sex and the ability to drive
each other crazy. So why is she at his concert, drooling over the sound of his
delicious voice, when she’s spent months convincing herself they can never
work?

Letting Harper walk out on him
was the biggest mistake of Judd’s life. And now that he’s sighted her amongst
the crowd, he won’t let her run away again. Not even if it means holding her
hostage on his tour bus until he can seduce some sense into her. They have a
lot to work out, but this time, he will do whatever it takes to convince her
they have a future.

Apart, their lives are smooth
sailing. Together, it’s pure craziness. But sometimes it’s okay to enjoy the
rush of insanity.

Excerpt

He was still the
stuff of fantasies. His tank was loose, exposing tanned, muscled arms. His
chin-length hair was mussed, the tangled strands brushing against the barely
visible stubble on his jaw like a lover’s fingers, and his drugging gaze beamed
down at her from the projection screens at either side of the stage.

“Jensen, can you
kill the glare and turn on the house lights?”

Oh, shit. She
slunk into her chair as the stadium was bathed in a fluorescent glow. There was
no way he could see her up here. But she felt exposed. Naked in front of a
crowd of over fifteen thousand.

“That’s perfect.
Now I can see all your gorgeous faces.” He strode to the front of the stage,
his faded, ripped jeans exposing tempting parts of his legs as he searched the
sea of fans. “It’s a simple game, last one standing wins.”

The last came
from the person seated next to her—her best friend—which Harper was happy to
counter with a Bitch, please glare.

Judd removed his
earpiece and a satisfied smirk tilted his lips. “First question—hands up if
you’re a local.”

The sea erupted
with high flying fingers. Harper remained slumped, happy to sit this one out.
Whatever the prize was, she didn’t want it. Not now. Not ever.

“Keep those
hands high if you’ve been to one of my concerts before.”

Very few hands
lowered, everyone still waving madly to gain any sort of attention.

“That’s awesome.
I appreciate the loyalty.” He shaded his eyes, peering into the upper levels.
“Now, this time, I want you to keep your hand raised and stand if you have all
my albums. I mean CDs not downloads.”

Harper scoffed.
She remembered a conversation with him a lifetime ago about CDs versus iTunes.
He was a technology nut and loved having access to his music wherever he went.
Whereas she preferred something tangible. Always would.

Groans murmured
through the stadium as people lowered their hands and a lot less stood.

“You have all
his CDs, don’t you?” Nicole nudged her arm. “Stand up.”

“No, thank you.”

Her friend
huffed and pushed to her feet, raising her hand high.

“What the hell
are you doing?” Harper tried to tug Nicole back down and was batted away by a
swinging arm. “You don’t have all his CDs.”

“No. But you do.
And if you’re not going to participate, I’ll do it for you.”

People in the
row below shot them disapproving glares. People in the seats beside them, too.
They didn’t understand the importance of being inconspicuous. Obviously, Nicole
didn’t either.

“Sit the hell
down,” Harper grated through clenched teeth.

She wasn’t only
hiding from Judd, it was also his security team. Anyone who had worked on the
previous tour would recognize her, and she didn’t want the man of the hour
finding out she was here.

“Harper,” Nicole
warned. “You’re ruining my night.”

“Mine, too,” the
man beside her leaned forward to add.

She shot him a
look that spoke of rage and insanity. “Fine.” She slunked as far down in her
chair as possible without the threat of a back spasm and crossed her arms over
her chest. “Just pretend I’m not here.”

“My next
question will see most of your butts in seats—”

She closed her
eyes at the sound of his voice, wishing away the past and their inevitable end.

“—how many of
you have a tattoo that contains my lyrics?”

Oh, shit.
Harper’s stomach dissolved in a mass of tingles and the script on the side of
her left arm itched. She opened her eyes to the stadium roof and measured her
breathing. Slow in. Slow out. The question hit her in the feels, and she’d sat
through enough emotional crap because of this man to last a lifetime.

No more. Please,
no more.

She didn’t want
to see the result of his question. To place a number on how many women had
marked their body for Judd, like she had. But it was a train wreck she couldn’t
refrain from witnessing.

She scooted back
in her chair and hunted through the mass of people. One…Two…Three…Four… There
were more on the lower levels and no doubt some were out of view. All female.
Probably all grinning like they scored a role on The Bachelor, when in reality
it highlighted their pathetic existence. And then there was Nicole, still
standing proud at Harper’s side, inching closer to the cusp of being
slaughtered.

“I wish you’d
sit down,” she whispered, not hiding the plea in her tone. This was like a
Mission Impossible pivotal life and death scene and Nicole simply didn’t
understand the significance of being stealthy.

“Well, maybe you
shouldn’t have had ‘love is an affliction,’ tattooed on your arm.”

“Last question.”
Judd spoke over the top of them. “And this is the most important.”

She couldn’t
help it, she inched to the edge of her seat, fully invested on what he said
next. Judd might not be famous for crowd interaction, but he was a ladies man
and she wanted to see the face of the wench who would win something from the
charmer she used to claim as her own.

“Here goes.”
Judd rubbed his hands together, glancing from woman to woman to woman. “Keep
standing if your name is Harper Douglas.”

Eden Summers is a true blue
Aussie, living in regional New South Wales with her two energetic young boys
and a quick witted husband.

In late 2010, Eden’s romance
obsession could no longer be sated by reading alone, so she decided to give
voice to the sexy men and sassy women in her mind.

Eden can’t resist alpha
dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional heroes and loves a strong
heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also serves retribution with a
feminine smile on her face.

Since the moment Chase and Evan spotted Shay, they knew they had to have her. They are best friends, closer, brothers really. They do everything together including women, and they always get what they want.

Once they set their plan she doesn’t stand a chance. She will be theirs, point blank. Period.

There’s no way she’s getting away from what they have in store, and whether she likes it or not, she will be owned by them both.

“Listen please. I have people who will be looking for me, wondering where I am.”
“None of that matters now, your ours for the taking, to do whatever we want with, so you may as well sit back, relax and enjoy it.”

—

The lights were dim, but I could still see pretty clearly. There was also a couch place along one wall. Then as I try to sit up, I realize that I can’t because my hands and feet are tied to the bed with tight ropes on my feet and scarves on my hands.
“Hey look Chase, she’s coming to.” I hear a male voice say.
“Yeah, I see. Wake up princess. It’s time to get the party started.”

Author Bio:

Hi, my name is Jessa Fox. I'm a professional by day and an erotica writer by night. There's nothing I love more than writing all of the smutty stories that are in my head and bringing them to life. I specialize in writing down all the taboo, sexy scenarios that we all wish we could experience, at least once.
But maybe that's just me.
I'm also a wife and mom, and dutiful member of the Parent's Association. Shh, don't tell.
Jessa Fox is my pseudonym, because no one knows about all of the kinky stories and characters I love to create. They would never imagine all of the dirty thoughts running through my mind.
I hope you enjoy my stories as much as I love writing them. If you're looking for a quick smutty treat, you came to the right place.

Annie Freemont grew up on the
road, immersed in the romance of rare things, cultivating an eye for artifacts
and a spirit for bargaining. It’s a freewheeling life she loves and plans to
continue until her dad is diagnosed with dementia. His illness forces them to
return to Moonhill, their ancestral home on the coast of Maine and to the
family they left behind fifteen years ago, after Annie’s mother died in a
suspicious accident.

Once at Moonhill, Annie is
shocked when her aunt separates her from her father. The next time Annie sees
him, he’s a bizarre, violent shadow of his former self.

Confused, she turns to an
unlikely ally for support Chase, the dangerously seductive young groundskeeper.
With his dark good looks and powerful presence, Chase has an air of mystery
that Annie is irresistibly drawn to. But she also senses that behind his
penetrating eyes are secrets she can’t even begin to imagine. Secrets that hold
the key to the past, to Annie’s own longings and to all of their futures. Now,
to unlock them, she’ll have to face her greatest fears and embrace her
legacy...

Pat Esden would love to say she
spent her childhood in intellectual pursuits. The truth is she was fonder of
exploring abandoned houses and old cemeteries. When not out on her own
adventures, she can be found in her northern Vermont home writing stories about
brave, smart women and the men who capture their hearts. An antique-dealing
florist by trade, she’s also a member of Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers
of America, Romance Writers of America, and the League of Vermont Writers. Her
short stories have appeared in a number of publications, including Orson Scott
Card’s Intergalactic Medicine Show, the Mythopoeic Society’s Mythic Circle
literary magazine, and George H. Scither’s anthology Cat Tales.

Last Spring, Claire was framed
for the murder of Junior, the Devil’s oldest hellspawn.

Last Summer, she reawakened the
fourth realm, saved the world (after almost destroying it), and wound up with
the worst job ever.

Now, Claire’s been locked out of
her realm, given an assistant that doesn’t actually assist, and told to handle
a small problem in Underworld that might just get her killed.

And to top it all off, Mab’s made
one of the contenders her untouchable. So, yeah, you could say Claire’s having
one of those days.

Follow more of Claire’s
adventures in Dark Forsaken, book 3 of the Devil’s Assistant Series, to find
out if Claire can defeat the latest contender, survive the quads, and replace
the curator before Harry figures out she’s stolen his blood.

Last spring Claire’s seemingly
normal—if not totally screwed up—life was tossed on its head. For five years
she’d been one of the damned—a human that knows the truth about the
otherworldly among us. She’d worked for The Boss—the Demon King himself—as his
administrative assistant, handling everything from early retirements, to
Maintenance’s incessant requests for dental.

No one gets dental.

Then she walked into
Purgatory—totally not her fault—went back in time, and awakened powers she
never knew existed. Now Claire has a prophecy hanging over her head, a diamond
ring hidden in her sock drawer, and the blood of a long dead royal running through
her veins.

And it’s only going to get worse.

Her vow to live free or die takes
a serious hit when she’s forced back under The Boss’s protection. Of course,
there’s no protection from fate, or the Bounty Hunter sent to deliver her to
Purgatory. And as if being “the girl” in the prophecy wasn’t enough, Claire
soon discovers there are three other contenders for her role—two of whom want
her dead.

Follow more of Claire’s
adventures in Dark Awakened, the second installment of the Devil’s Assistant Series,
to find out if she’s lucky enough to escape with her life, or if she’s just the
first notch on the next contender’s belt.

Claire, the Devil’s assistant, knows
very little about the world she was dropped into five years ago, when she
inherited her mother’s unpaid debt to the Demon King. She certainly didn’t
expect to be a contender for the Fallen Queen’s throne, a target for the Druid
King’s mafia, or a suspect in the murder of Junior, the Devil’s oldest hell
spawn.

In a last ditch effort to save
her life and get out of her deal with the Devil, she sets out to solve Junior’s
murder only to be taken prisoner by the four most dangerous immortal hell spawn
alive.

Not to be out done, the Pagan
Queen Mab, claims Claire for entering her realm uninvited. She has an old debt
to settle with her brother the Devil. Taking Claire from him after losing her
years ago is just icing on the cake.

Will Claire win her freedom, and
save herself from the Devil? Or be trapped by Mab forever?

HD Smith has been writing for
over ten years. She is a software developer by day, working for an awesome
cruise line in Celebration, FL.

HD grew up in South Carolina, but
has called the Sunshine State home since 1997. She has Computer Science degrees
from Clemson University (BS) and Florida Institute of Technology (MS). Her
other hobbies include painting and screen printing. She enjoys creating
t-shirts inspired by the places in her books.